كَم مُسِرٍّ لِيَ حِقداً قَلبُهُ

كَم مُسِرٍّ لِيَ حِقداً قَلبُهُ

فَإِذا قابَلَهُ شَخصي رَكَع

فَإِذا قابَلَهُ شَخصي رَكَع

How many a man whose heart secretly bears me a grudge—

How many who bear malice towards me in their hearts

yet when I meet him face to face, he bows.

Yet when faced with me, bow down in humility